TWSITED HEARTS ONE
They hate each other so much, they can't seem to stay away.
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Alex Castillo the troublemaking, multimillionaire with a cocky and charming face to make any ladies to go down on their knees. But never in his life has he seen a...
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𝑅𝑜𝓈𝒶𝒷𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶
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If I could count how many times I've made a bad decision, I would have a photographic memory, and here I am with another bad decision. A bad decision like accepting my ex's birthday party invitation, and coming there 2 hours early. That's a thing I'll always regret doing, making awful decisions like this one, and still I'm here; sitting here swirling this champagne glass, admiring the small golden bubbles it's making. While my best friend, Veronica, is picking up her brothers, also known as my ex's, birthday cake. Such a convenient time to sit here alone with my other best friend, Melanie, who is stressing over a birthday party. I should be the one stressing not her.
I take a small sip out of the flute, a kiss mark stains the glass as I swallow the fizzy substance down my throat. I look over to Melanie, who is sitting next to me on the kitchen island in a soft green dress, the same version as mine but mine is pink. Her fingers twiddle with her short curly 3A hair as her legs swing up and down softly, so much so it even starts making me nauseous, just by looking at it. To me, a party doesn't mean or do much to me, it's just a fun night to fuck around and get drunk. But to Melanie, a party is a warzone with starving zombies about to eat her alive. And it isn't just that that scared her, she can't even look into a person's eye without shedding tears.
"Melanie, are you sure you don't want a flute?" I ask her, ever since she turned 21 she's been making excuses to not drink. I know she's terrified to get drunk, but in my honest opinion, you need to try it first, or else you'll fear it more than you did.
"No." She hesitates, looking around the room as she tries to avoid eye contact with me.
She starts fidgeting with her fingers, opening her mouth then letting out a silent breath, as if she wants to start a conversation. "Do you have something to say?" I ask her.
"What if something bad happens tonight?" She mumbles, letting her thoughts out. Her worry shines through her like a light. She's like a sun, a sun that shines brighter than any light, but not as powerful as the sun.
"It's fine, nothing will happen." I comfort her, swallowing the rest of the champagne down my throat, before hopping on the kitchen island with her, just to comfort her by stroking my hand on her back. Even if I hate it.
"Yeah, you're right, can I get a hug?" She whispers, her pure bambi eyes glittering as she looks up at me.
"Absolutely not, you're lucky that I'm even touching you." I laugh out, physical attention isn't my thing, touch-to-touch, nope, not doing that. It was a nightmare just kissing or even giving Zach a hug when we used to date.
"Okay then." She says rolling her eyes, as she falls back to land on the kitchen counter.
Suddenly my phone starts ringing, and the name Meila flashes on the screen as I look down on my phone. Meila, one of the girls that works at my hair and makeup salon, what must be the issue for her to call me during her free time?
